Zack sat in front of his computer with dark circles under his eyes, inexplicably feeling the urge to smoke a cigarette.
"Shit, this is exhausting!"
He rubbed his sore wrists and sighed deeply. Writing fifty thousand words a day was taking his life, and that was only because he didn't have to think too much about the plot and could instinctively produce high-quality writing.
If other authors had to rack their brains coming up with plots and refining their prose every day, just imagining such a life would be agonizing.
After a week of crazy typing, averaging fifty thousand words a day, Zack had already churned out nearly half a million words.
But he wasn't stupid; he didn't post all fifty thousand words every day, only thirty thousand. That way, by the time he finished one million five hundred thousand words in a month, he'd still have enough content to last into the next month.
If he wasn't pressed for time, Zack would prefer to update ten thousand words a day and take half a year to finish one million five hundred thousand words.
But now, he needed capital, so he had to churn out high-quantity, high-quality content to earn enough money in the first month.
"If I keep this up, I'll end up with tendonitis or a heart attack," Zack shook his head as he rubbed his wrists.
But thinking about how he could leverage the life of a capital management tycoon to make more money after just one month of perseverance gave him a boost of energy.
He didn't have any grand ambitions; his only goal was to be wealthy and live a life of luxury. Who wouldn't want to live a life of spending money like water?
"This damn money-worshipping society!"
Zack clicked his tongue and rubbed his temples, preparing for the day's work.
"Beep----------"
Zack furrowed his brow upon hearing the sound of his chat software on the computer.
Without looking, he knew who the message was from. It was undoubtedly the editor.
Zack was a bit of a homebody and rarely chatted with people online. Although he was in a few groups, they were all filled with online jokes and pornographic content. Besides sharing bizarre news, they would share pornographic images, and a group of people would beg for resources.
These groups should be banned!
Zack thought that it was better to rely on oneself than on others. With so many resources online, why bother sticking to just one small group?
Cough, cough, although some rare resources would occasionally appear in that group, Zack would shamelessly ask for links.
"Master Zack, are you there?"
The message from the cartoon avatar gave off a very humble vibe.
Seeing the cute emoji at the end of the sentence, Zack's mouth twitched.
If you were a female editor, it would be fine; I'd spend some time chatting with you. Why are you, a man, bothering me every day, affecting my writing time?
Muttering to himself, Zack temporarily minimized his document and replied on the chat software, "...Yeah, what's up?"
Zack knew why the editor was so tense around him.
No one was stupid, especially someone in this industry. How could they not see the value of Zack's "Notes of Tomb Raiding"?
As an economics major, Zack understood perfectly that those who controlled the resources always had the initiative.
Between him and the editor named Waite, Zack was the one in control.
After all, the other was just an employee of the company, not an important figure. If he had a conflict with Waite, there was a ninety percent chance that the company would support him.
Because Zack could bring revenue and benefits to the company. Capital always chased profits, and this was also a dereliction of duty on the editor's part.
So, Zack could be as aloof or enthusiastic as he pleased, completely at his discretion.
Thinking of this, Zack suddenly had a vague idea.
Perhaps this was what he was pursuing?
Not needing to compromise with others, not being shackled by so many constraints, not having to watch his boss's face after entering society.
Nor would he miss out on many beautiful things in life because of his incompetence, lack of money, or abilities.
It was very difficult for him to achieve this in the past, but now, with the Life Reset Simulator, he had the possibility of such freedom.
Of course, even with the Life Reset Simulator, one must use it wisely and proceed cautiously step by step.
Waite, "Master Zack, I have good news for you. The editor-in-chief has said in the meeting that they would prioritize resources for your book."
"...And this book is very suitable for publication. The editor-in-chief is also in contact with the publisher. Just focus on writing the book and don't worry about the rest."
Zack, "Hmm, got it, thanks."
Was that it?
Waite, who was at his workstation in the company, scratched his head in frustration.
This guy was so aloof! Although it was just text, the "thanks" lacked sincerity!
Waite felt depressed, but what could he do? How much his year-end bonus would be depended on this guy, so he had to treat him well.
After considering his words carefully, he typed cautiously, "Master Zack, do you have any plans or outlines for the upcoming plot?"
"...This book is currently very popular, ranking high on various lists on the website."
"...And book publication is different from writing online. It can't be so casual. The pages of the book are limited, and sometimes one needs to be precise with words."
"...I have some experience in this industry. If you encounter a bottleneck, you can discuss it with me. Don't write carelessly."
"Even if I don't have the ability, there are many capable people in the company, and I can ask for you."
Waite was very cautious in his inquiry. He hadn't met Zack and didn't know his personality.
But from the feeling that the other person always typed very few words, he should be very aloof and even dislike talking.
Actually, the deeper meaning of his words was to remind Zack not to write carelessly and ruin the promising start.
The situation where a book was popular in the early stages but suddenly the author wrote carelessly due to some reason was not uncommon in this industry.
Zack, who had received nine years of compulsory education and excelled in Chinese, could certainly see the deeper meaning behind Waite's words.
The reason he gave off a cold vibe was mainly because of the time crunch. He spent most of his day typing and didn't have time to chat with people.
After some thought, Zack opened his computer document and sent all the previously typed content to Waite.
Zack, "...This is my draft. Can you help me check if there are any problems?"
Upon receiving Zack's document, Waite was stunned to see nearly two hundred thousand words of drafts inside.
"Master Zack, you're amazing!! I won't disturb you while you're writing. I'll go review it for you!"
Waite suddenly felt like he had become an editor at a traditional publishing house, starting to proofread manuscripts.
At the same time, he also felt relieved. With so many drafts, if there were any issues with Zack's subsequent writing, he could point them out.
It could be said that the popularity of this book was already a sure thing, and so was his year-end bonus this year!
Zack ignored Waite.
He opened the webpage and saw that his "Notes of Tomb Raiding" was at the top of the click rate list, flower list, and other lists.
Seeing a bunch of people passionately discussing the plot and eagerly waiting for updates in the book reviews, his mood improved significantly.
However, for Zack, this book was mainly to earn capital, and he didn't care about whether it would be published or if they could develop subsequent IPs.
But this was a story he had worked hard to write, and he was happy to see so many people supporting it.
"This book should go on sale and generate revenue tomorrow. That's what I care about most... Even if it gets published, it will take a few months for the money to come in. By then, it will be too late."
Zack sighed lightly. He knew that his life was finally on the right track.
When this book generated revenue, it would be the moment of his ascension.
This book comes from：m.funovel.com。